The lunchbox kept the food warm.
Henry Jefferson settled Giselle Lambert onto his lap, offering her a bite of steak with his fork.
Giselle instinctively resisted at first, but the sight of his lips curving into a slight smile, signaling his good spirits, made her relent and eat quietly.
After their meal, Giselle fetched another lunchbox and slid it towards Henry, announcing, “I made you a dessert for after the meal.”
Surprise flickered in Henry’s eyes, his expression subtly shifting as he opened the lunchbox at a leisurely pace. Inside, a caramel pudding, enticingly colored, beckoned appetizingly.
He spooned up a bite; the pudding dissolved instantly in his mouth, yet his brow furrowed.
“Is it not to your liking?” Giselle inquired, her gaze fixed on him.
Henry downed a large gulp of
